Not another Love story, please.

Sometimes when I sit, I like to read a book. When I read a book, it's full of love. Everything in it about a teenage girl meeting a teenage boy kissing the boy falling in love... STOP. I need fresh air. I need to breathe. I wish I hadn't read the book. It reminds me of what I've been told. "I can't be with you. It's wrong." Why is it wrong? "Young, too young." A shake of the head. A skip in my heart, now shattered into a million little broken promises. He says to me. "I like you. A lot. But it's wrong." When I sit down and read a book. It can't be about love. It just can't be about love, okay?

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Excellently written! I think this is/could be/will be an enormously popular piece because so many people can relate to it. You did such an excellent job with the wording and imagery! So vivid and skillfully written! Definitely worthy of five stars and a printing.